Poem – Ingrid Horrocks


As I arrange slim
stemmed flowers
at the ikebana class

one petal falls
and floats blue
upon the water.

It is then I remember
the agapanthus you
planted by the pond

they will be pale green now
and you will look each day
for the first colour.

You will say
— You should see my agapanthas
today — Just that.

And as this petal turns a deeper blue
I would say
— Look — Just that.


Ingrid Horrocks

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